SW4 - Anekdoten

The lights have all turned red

On Holloway Road

A pale vision of inertia

In cold halogen glow

The last Clapham bound train

Is waiting to leave

But the engine-driver's fallen

Asleep at the wheel

When I picked up the phone

My hopes were put on hold

The outgoing wires were humming

My heart was growing cold

No rattling of keys

No break before the dawn

I still wait for my relief

What’s taking him so long?